Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2013 02:28:11 -0500 (EST)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 148  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 148
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
   The twins cause a fire and one of the responding firefighters is right
out of their Fireman's Calendar.  "Shirtless in heavy pants and boots, his
sculpted physique on full display, with his short blond hair, deep blue
eyes and square-jawed features, he was the ultimate muscle-god, a
pornographic icon."  The twins cannot resist him ... but Mark catches them
in the act.  The cop confronts the fireman ... and all hell breaks loose.

***************


A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 148 – "The Twins, The Fireman & The Cop"

Adam was making the most of his three-day visit to the house.  Having taken
his boy Nate on an elaborate sexual fantasy he had turned his attention to
Zack.  Obsessed with the way the black leatherman had dominated and
humiliated him on his last visit Adam had taken spectacular revenge,
forcing Zack's own boy Darius to whip his master's spread-eagled body.

Now, in Zack's garden, Adam's triumph was complete as he gazed at the
defeated black muscle-god.  Zack's tortured face poured with sweat, his
chest striped by the whip, splashed with his boy's cum, his magnificent
body hanging limply from the trees, humbled and degraded.  And at his feet
knelt his boy, his face smothered with the semen of his broken master.

Dazed and exhilarated Darius was reeling with a mix of conflicting
sensations, chief among them, he had to admit, the exhilaration of watching
Adam take revenge on the gorgeous Zack, especially since Darius himself had
been forced to participate.  The scene would be a prize addition to
Darius's extensive library of fantasies.  Pulling himself together he got
quietly to his feet and, as unobtrusively as possible, crept over to his
camera, still filming away on its tripod.

His stealth was not necessary as Adam and Zack had eyes only for each
other.  Adam walked toward him and their eyes locked.  It was an intense
moment.  The two men had now tested each other to the limits of their
endurance.  Each had challenged the other's manhood, tied him up, whipped
him and made him submit, begging to get fucked.  They were now equal in
strength and authority, joined in a bond of powerful masculinity.  They
gazed at each other with deep respect, admiration ... and much more.

Adam put his hand behind Zack's head, pulled it forward and their mouths
locked in the passionate embrace of two alpha males.  Unobtrusively Darius
untied Zack's wrists and legs and the two masters fell together in a tight
bearhug.  They sank to their knees and rolled over the ground in an
explosion of desire that had been building ever since they met.

Darius decided that his presence was no longer needed.  He grabbed his
camera and filmed the closing shot for his video ... the men ripping open
their pants and pulling out their rigid cocks.  Then he left and walked
across the street, where he was met at the gate by Nate, asking anxiously,
"Hey, mate, what's going on?  What happened over there?  Is Adam OK? "

"Pretty nigh on perfect I'd say," Darius grinned.

"What are they doing now?"

"Fucking each other I should think.  Dude you will not believe what went
down.  But you don't have to take my word for it ... it's all here!"  He
waved his camera in the air.  Quick, get Pablo, Jamie and the twins and
bring them to my room."

Within minutes they were seated on the floor before Darius who had set up
the video and was preening before them like a carnival barker.  "Guys," he
said grandly, "what you are about to see is a fantasy that tops them all.
It's all about Zack and Adam, but best of all I, Darius, have a starring
role.  Prepare to be amazed ..."

*****************

At dinner that evening there was a buzz of excitement as the boys still
talked about the awesome video.  Adam sat close to Zack, flashing smiles at
Hassan and Nate in anticipation of spending the night with them in the glow
of his triumphant reaffirmation of his manhood.  Zack had one arm over
Darius's shoulder, closer now than they had ever been, and Jamie, as
always, nuzzled against Mark.  Probably the most excited of them all was
young Eddie, sitting between Darius and Pablo, fantasizing about sharing a
bed with his two new masters.

Bob smiled as he watched the twins joining in the enthusiastic gossip about
the erotic events of the day.  Darius was in full fantasy mode, and once
again Bob wondered if his boys ever harbored fantasies of their own.  If
they did they were keeping them to themselves.  They had certainly never
told him of any.  They worshipped him, sure, but he realized that as a
buttoned-up business executive he could hardly compete in the fantasy
stakes with Randy the construction worker, Mark the cop, Zack the
leatherman or Hassan the Marine.

Well, he'd have to think about that.  For now, he grinned at Randy and
said, "Quite a day, it seems, buddy.  This tribe of ours never ceases to
amaze me.  But I think that's enough turmoil for a while.  Maybe now we can
settle back into a quiet routine."

"With this crowd?" Randy laughed.  "Quiet routine?  Good luck on that one,
old buddy."

****************

As it happened, the house did settle into Bob's `quiet routine' ... for a
while.  There were a couple of farewells ... actually `see-you-soons'
... as Adam took off back home to Sydney and Eddie went back to his bar job
in Palm Springs.  But there was no doubt in anyone's mind that they would
be back in a couple of weeks.  Zack had called Mike, the owner of the bar,
and explained what had gone on with Eddie and Darius.  Mike was thrilled to
hear that the boy had at last come out of his shell and promised to give
him plenty of time off for more trips to L.A.

So everyone went back to work and the house was at peace.  It was unusually
quiet a few days later when the twins were alone in the house.  Even Jamie
was not in his usual place in the office upstairs.  He was making his
monthly rounds of the construction sites, checking in with the foremen
about payroll and other crew issues.  And Nate was up at Hassan's house,
his day for cleaning there.

So the twins were all alone in the kitchen.  They loved days like this,
working quietly together, exchanging few words in the intuitive
communication they had developed over many years.  They not only looked
identical ... they shared the same thoughts and impulses, the same dreams,
desires ... the same fantasies.  These they divulged to no one else, not
even Bob.  They kept them private, just between themselves, with a secret
hope that their fantasies might one day get just a glimpse of reality.

And today, suddenly, they did ... only much more than a mere glimpse.

It was a hot, dry Southern California afternoon, the parched hillsides
shimmering in the sun, the only sound the persistent dry buzzing of the
cicadas.  Kevin and Kyle had decided to fire up the barbecue outside and
give the guys a treat for dinner.  It was a long time since they had
barbecued and, though it was not really advisable to have burning charcoals
in these conditions of tinder-dry brush, they would take the usual
precautions.  Brush fires were an ever-present danger in the hillsides
during the long, hot Los Angeles summers.

The twins knew what precautions to take as they meticulously cleaned the
big brick barbecue that Randy had built in the garden a long time ago.
They filled the pit with charcoal and poured lighter fluid over the coals
with care.  But, as the saying goes, the best laid plans ...  They
misjudged the amount of fluid and when they struck a match the flames shot
up so high they caught several of the dry branches overhead.

It all happened in seconds.  Suddenly the fire in the pit was out of
control and the tree was burning like a torch.  They knew instantly the
acute danger of the fire spreading, so while Kyle made ineffective efforts
with the garden hose, Kevin grabbed his phone and called 911for the Fire
Department.  It was only minutes before they heard the wail of sirens as
the fire trucks raced up the hill.  The gate crashed open and the firemen
ran in.

***************

The prompt action spared a disaster.  The fire was out in a few minutes,
though it took longer to douse the sparks that had settled into the brush.
The twins received a stern lecture about the dangers of open-pit fires in
the hillsides, and after a few formalities the fire crew packed up their
gear and left, leaving behind one of their men to check on the surrounding
brush for an hour or so to knock down any hotspots where hidden sparks
could still flare up.

The chastened twins set about cleaning up the mess in the garden while the
fireman tramped through the brush.  As they recovered from the shock of the
incident they looked up from time to time and caught glimpses of the man as
he worked.

And gradually they realized that one of their hottest fantasies had come to
life.

In the stifling heat the firefighter had removed his bulky firefighting
jacket but still wore the regulation heavy, yellow protective pants held up
by suspenders over the shoulders.  Under the suspenders he wore only a dark
blue Fire Department T-shirt that was soaked with sweat and clung to his
body.  He had on the standard heavy protective boots and the big
firefighter's helmet, but as his face ran with sweat he took the helmet
off.  The twins gasped as they saw his face properly for the first time.

The man had short blond hair and his chiseled features included high
cheekbones and a square lantern jaw.  He reminded the twins of pictures
they had seen of the young Tab Hunter.  They guessed he was in his early
thirties, but there was no guesswork about one thing ... he was stunningly
handsome.  The twins stopped their cleanup work and watched mesmerized as
the fireman concentrated on his task, eyes focused on the ground as he
moved methodically through the brush.

As the sun blazed down the firefighter looked up and wiped the sweat from
his brow with the back of his hand.  He paused and the twins held their
breath.  In a sudden decision, the man pushed the suspenders from his
shoulders and they dropped to his sides.  Reaching behind his neck he
pulled his T-shirt up and off, wiping it over his wet face then shoving it
in his back pocket.  He again pulled up the suspenders over his now-naked
torso and resumed his methodical work in just his heavy yellow fireman's
pants and big boots.

The twins were wide-eyed with shock.  They looked at each other and said
together, "August!"  One of their secrets, known only to themselves, not
even to Bob, was that under their bed was a Firefighters' Calendar, one of
many put out each year showing mostly shirtless muscle-hunk firemen, all of
them bodybuilders.  The twins had heard that firemen had such hot bodies
because they worked out constantly at the firehouse in their down time
between calls to duty.

The twins' calendar was no exception, a collection of gorgeous bodybuilders
who, before the boys met Bob, had been their chief inspiration as they
masturbated together.  The calendar was a year old but they would never,
ever discard it.  It was almost always folded over to the August page which
depicted their favorite ... a young blond firefighter, shirtless under the
suspenders of his pants.

And now they stood dumbstruck.  It was unbelievable ... but there could be
no doubt.  The face, the body ... there couldn't be two like that ... it
had to be the same guy.  The upper body was spectacular ... broad, rock
hard shoulders, heavily muscled arms, a superb chest with perfectly rounded
pecs, incredible eight-pack abs, and wide lats that tapered down to a slim
waist cinched by the belt of the heavy pants.  They watched mesmerized as
the stunning fireman walked slowly through the brush, his muscular body
gleaming in the hot sun.

Finally he seemed satisfied there were no more hotspots.  He stood up
strait, stretched his muscular arms, then pulled the T-shirt from his
pocket and wiped it over the sweat on his face, chest and stomach.  The
twins felt that they might cream their shorts just looking at him wiping
his naked body.  And then ... he began walking toward them.

They were rooted to the spot as he came closer, just as if he were stepping
out of the pages of their calendar.  "Seems to be OK now," he was saying
matter-of-factly.  "I'm pretty sure there are no hotspots but I should
probably stick around for a while to make doubly sure after the breeze
picks up.  That's the real test.  You guys were lucky we got here so soon
... could have been a nasty brush fire."

Relaxed now the fireman shrugged the suspenders from his shoulders and they
hung down by his sides.  Stripped to the waist, in his heavy pants and
boots, his sculpted physique on full display, his short blond hair and deep
blue eyes setting off his square-jawed features, he was the ultimate
muscle-god, a pornographic icon.

The twins still gazed at him as if they were hypnotized.  He grinned at
them, flashing a dazzling set of perfect teeth.  "Mind if I sit here?" he
asked, indicating the bench and table by the pool.  Still no response so he
sat on the bench, his back to the table.  He leaned back, resting his
elbows on the table, stretching his legs out wide before him, the heels of
his boots dug into the dirt.  He grinned again.  "Er, any chance of a drink
of water, guys?"

Suddenly a simple request ... and it galvanized them.  This was what they
did ... provided food and drink in the house ... even to this man
... especially to this man.  "Of course, sir, sorry sir," they said
apologetically.  "Won't be a minute, sir," and they ran into the house.

***************

When they returned in a few minutes he was still seated, his head thrown
back, face turned to the sun.  They had brought out a tray of sandwiches,
bottles of water and several beers, which they set on the table by his
elbow.  Kevin said shyly, "We thought you might prefer a beer, sir."

"Now you're talking!"  Again the gleaming smile as he took the beer and
twisted off the top.  "Technically I'm off duty now so it's kosher, and I
won't call in for a while for my guys to pick me up.  So, kids, I guess
you're stuck with me.  But don't let me stop you if you have work to do."

"We don't, sir," they said in unison.  Nothing could drag them away from
this man, half afraid that he would disappear back into the pages of the
calendar.  The twins sat on a bench facing him as he drank.  Finally Kyle,
the braver of the two, cleared his throat.  "Sir ... is ... is your name
Jason?"

He looked surprised.  "How in the hell did you know that?"  For the first
time he noticed the hunger in their eyes, the look of total adulation.  He
had seen that look in others and he grinned.  "Shit, it's that damned
calendar, isn't it?  Has my name under the picture.  Yeah, that's me, for
my sins.  Did that a few years ago ... couple guys came round to the
firehouse and asked if we would do it for charity.  But that was last
year's calendar.  You still have it?"

"Yes, sir ... always ... under the bed ... open to the August page."

He gazed at them and the light dawned ... suddenly he saw the boys in a
whole new light.  "Shit, you guys sure are lookers ... you should be in a
calendar yourselves.  Stand up minute, guys, let's take a look."  Nervously
the twins got to their feet and instinctively stood protectively shoulder
to shoulder.  They were wearing their usual old cargo shorts, T-shirts and
sneakers and Jason smiled admiringly at them.  "Take the shirts off."  They
quickly obeyed and he sighed as he looked at their flawless bodies and
beautiful young faces.

"Oh, yeah, now that is fucking awesome.  You two should be models or
something."  He stared at them and began rubbing his hand slowly over his
crotch.  He narrowed his eyes as if he were considering something, then he
chuckled.  "You know, fighting fires in this heat not only makes a man
thirsty ... it makes him horny.  Would you guys, er, be up for a little
action?"

"Yes, sir," said Kyle immediately.  "Absolutely," Kevin said eagerly.

"You, er ... you ever suck a guy's cock?"

"Yes, sir!" they said together.  They looked at the beautiful, shirtless
fireman sprawled in front of them and they were in another world, a dream
world of pictures, calendars and hot, muscular firefighters.  They forgot
all else ... the house, their friends ... and Bob.  So absorbed were they
in meeting the man of their masturbatory fantasies that any thoughts of Bob
were temporarily crowded out of their minds.  In a rational world they
would never have contemplated what they desired now.  But right now they
were not in a rational world.

Jason was smiling at them again as his hands went to his waistband and he
slowly pulled down the zip on his pants.  The twins were transfixed as he
pulled out his long iron-hard cock.  He stroked it and said seductively,
"OK, kids, let's see what you've got."  They dropped to their knees on
either side of him, their eyes travelling hypnotically from the cock, up
over the ridged abs, the slabs of his chest and coming to rest on his
beautiful face.

In a trance they moved, as always, in perfect symmetry.  They lowered their
faces to Jason's and nervously, tentatively pressed their lips to his
cheeks.  Sighing deeply Jason grabbed their hair and gently pulled their
faces off him.  "God, you are so fucking beautiful.  Come on boys ... make
this fireman feel good."  He pushed their faces back onto his and, gaining
in confidence, they licked his cheeks, his forehead, kissed his eyes and
then, each in quick succession pressed their lips against his mouth.  Soon
they were both feeding on his mouth together, their tongues searching
hungrily deep inside.

Intuitively working in unison they lowered their faces, licking first his
neck, then down over the hard muscles of his chest.  They pressed their
faces onto his pecs and worked their tongues, one of them on each nipple,
sucking them, gently biting them between their teeth.  He moaned loudly put
his hands behind their heads and pressed their faces hard onto his chest,
flexing it hard to absorb the pain of their teeth on his nipples.  He
groaned, "Yeah, eat those tits, guys, come on, work them, bite them
... Jesus that feels hot."

Finally with one last tug that made him gasp, they pulled their teeth off
his nipples and raised their heads.  There was a reckless lust in their
eyes as they gazed at their fantasy man.  Still leaning back against the
bench he now had his hands behind his head, elbows out to the side, biceps
and shoulders bulging.  He was superb ... he was waiting.  The twins' eyes
grew wide as they stared at his stiff pole standing straight up out of his
pants.  He looked down at it then back up at them.

"Go for it, guys.  You want that fireman's big cock?  Eat it."

All inhibitions evaporated and they had only one thought in mind.  With an
animal howl they fell on the cock, kissing it, licking up the whole length
of the shaft until their tongues were wrapping round the bulging head.  As
Kyle lowered his head and went to work on Jason's balls, sucking them into
his mouth, Kevin let the long cock slide easily deep inside his throat.

"Oh, shit," the fireman yelled, "that is fucking spectacular, guys.  Oh,
yeah, work that cock, suck those balls ... come on guys ...  you're nearly
there.  Make this gorgeous fireman bust his fucking load!"

His voice drove them wild and they took turns sucking his cock and his
balls.  They glanced up and saw him, arms outstretched now, hands gripping
the edges of the tabled, making his whole naked torso flex, veins standing
out in his straining muscles.  His handsome face was thrashing from side to
side in ecstasy.

It wasn't long before his breathing became ragged and they felt his cock
pulsing.  "This is it, guys!"  They stopped sucking his cock and balls,
raised their heads and looked down at his cock.  They saw the head shudder,
the hole opened and a massive jet of white juice blasted from it, slamming
up hard into their faces.

With his scream ringing in their ears Kyle thrust his mouth down over the
exploding cock and he swallowed ravenously, drinking in the bitter-sweet
juice as it streamed into his mouth.  Quickly Kyle pulled back and Kevin
took his turn, sucking in the last of the warm semen that still flowed from
the trembling cock.  When it was drained at last the twins stood up and
stared down at Jason, his glorious body still tense against the table, his
head thrown back as he moaned, "Oh, man, that was the best.  Shit, that was
fucking awesome."

They could hardly believe their eyes.  This was the man whose picture they
had jerked off to so many times, and here he was, in the glorious flesh.
Stripped to the waist, the bulging muscles of his upper body stretched and
gleaming with sweat, chest heaving, torso flared in a V down to the slim
waist that disappeared into his heavy fireman's pants.  His legs were
splayed out before him and his long cock hung, spent, out of the fly of the
yellow pants.

The picture was pornographically beautiful.  Was it really him or were they
dreaming?  One on each side of him the twins had both instinctively pulled
their cocks out of their shorts and were stroking them in a trance.  He was
gazing up at them with his dazzling smile.  "You like that, guys?  Look at
that gorgeous firefighter ... and you just sucked his huge dick.  He's
pretty spectacular, right?  Hell, you've jerked off over his picture often
enough and now he's right here, in the flesh.  What you gonna do about
that, guys?"

The twins couldn't take any more.  Their cocks, their bodies were on fire.
They stopped stroking their cocks ... didn't need to ... just held them
pointing down at them.  And suddenly they saw the fireman's beautiful body
jerk as two streams of creamy liquid poured down on it ... over the
washboard abs, the chest, the neck and finally splashing into the handsome
blond face.  He arched his body up to meet the ribbons of cum pouring over
it, bathing in the tribute of these beautiful boys as they worshipped him
with the gift of their sweet, warm juice.

***************

Twenty minutes later the twins were still in a dream world as they gazed at
Jason with rapt adoration.  He had pulled his T-shirt out of his pocket and
wiped some of the cum from his face but his naked chest still gleamed with
the juice they had poured over him.  He was drinking another beer and
regaling them with stories of life as a firefighter.  They were still in
total thrall to him, mesmerized, and still no thought of Bob or the real
world crossed their mind

Jason liked these young guys and was getting off on their adoration of him.
He was vain, knew how gorgeous he was, knew he turned heads wherever he
went, men and women alike, but it was a special compliment to be worshipped
by two such beautiful brothers as these.  As they listened to him, their
eyes shining, he found himself turned on by them all over again.  He had
still not pushed his cock back in his pants and now it was standing erect
again, as rigid as ever.

There was a sudden silence as they gazed at each other, but Jason was a
confident alpha male who always came straight to the point.  "Tell me
something... do you guys ever get fucked ... in the ass, I mean?"

"Yes, sir," they both answered without any hesitation.

Again that gleaming smile.  "So what are we waiting for?"

The twins stood up, still shirtless, kicked off their sneakers, dropped
their shorts and in an instant were lying side by side, naked, on their
backs on the grass.  Jason stood up and towered over them. With the sun
glinting on his magnificent cum-slicked body, and traces of cum still
showing on the chiseled features of his beautiful face, he took their
breath away

Smiling down at them, stroking his cock he said, "Hell, this sure is my
lucky day.  No doubt about it, you guys are sensational.  Shit, it would
take a real special man to have you as his boys.  He'd have to be fucking
gorgeous."  His words caused a fleeting stab of unease at the back of their
minds but it instantly disappeared as Jason fell to his knees.

Self-assured, direct as ever, he didn't hesitate.  He grabbed Kevin's
ankles, pushed them high in the air and pressed his cock between the mounds
of his ass.  His blue eyes bored into the boy's.  "You know that
firefighter in the calendar, the muscle-god you so often jerked off over?
Well this is him, boy, the same guy and, guess what?  That fireman's gonna
fuck your ass."

Kevin's heart was near to pounding out of his chest as he looked at that
face, the body, and felt the fireman's long dick slide into his ass.  It
pulled back, then pushed in again.  It was all he felt ... the world
slipped away ... he was being fucked by the man of his dreams.  He couldn't
take it ... he was drowning in the man's beauty.  He moaned, louder and
louder, and his moans became a scream as his cock erupted in a spray of cum
over his shuddering body.

Jason waited a few seconds, then pulled out and eased over to Kyle.  The
twins, as always, reacted exactly alike.  Kyle felt his legs pushed in the
air, saw the stunning fireman leaning over him, felt the cock push inside
his ass.  As with Kevin, it took only a couple of thrusts and Kyle yelled
as loud as his brother as he blasted a load of semen over his own chest and
face.

Jason smiled down at the shuddering boy.  "Now it's my turn to bust my load
again ... inside your asses this time."  His voice rose to a shout.  "Here
it comes boy.  Your muscle-stud fireman is gonna shoot his load in your
ass."

"Freeze!"

The shout shattered the still air, hung there until it faded into silence.
Jason pulled out of Kyle's ass, sprang to his feet and spun round.  At the
gate was a tall blond cop in black uniform and motorcycle boots, his eyes
gleaming with anger.  The twins looked up and the full horror of the
situation crashed in on them.  It was Mark!"

****************

Mark stared at the scene in shocked disbelief.  The twins!  Naked, covered
in cum.  Getting fucked by this ... this ... half naked firefighter.  Bob's
boys ... the boys he loved and protected ...  were getting their asses
fucked by a fireman!  In a blaze of fury the cop strode up to the fireman,
hauled back and swung his fist across his face, sending the magnificent
body spinning across the garden and crashing to the ground.

Mark stared down at the twins and all he could think of was Bob, gorgeous,
kind, loving Bob, the man Mark was in love with.  He worshipped these boys
and now here they were, naked, covered in cum, giving their asses to
another man.  As they gazed up at him in terror he yelled, "You stupid
fucking kids.  What the fuck do you think you're doing?  What, you've
turned your back on that beautiful man of yours and given yourselves to
this piece of shit?  Explain!  Tell me this is not what it looks like!  Did
he force you?"

They were numb with fear, but Kyle managed to croak incoherently, "N...no,
sir ... he didn't ... we wanted it.  He's so beautiful ... he's Jason ...on
our calendar ... August, sir ..."

"Enough!"  Mark sprang into action ... no longer the methodical cop he
always was but driven by anger now and passion for the man they had
wronged.  He reached down and dragged the twins over the lawn to a tree.
He pulled them to their knees against the tree and handcuffed their wrists
together behind it.  "I'll deal with you two in a minute."

He strode over to the fireman lying stunned on the ground.  Towering over
him his voice was full of venom.  "You fucking piece of shit.  Oh man, I am
gonna work you over good for what you've done.  What the fuck are you doing
here, anyway?"

Dazed though he was from the blow Jason was not about to be intimidated by
this cop.  "Cool it asshole.  We responded to a fire ... knocked it down
easily ... and I stayed to damp down hotspots."

"Yeah, and then what?  Shit, I`ve met plenty of arrogant, bodybuilder
firefighters like you who think they're so fucking hot that guys fall at
their feet and you can do what you damn well like, including fucking the
shit out of them.  Well I'll tell you something, pal, these boys are
already taken.  They belong to a beautiful guy who's a hundred times the
man you are.  OK, you hungry for a fuck, asshole?  Let's see if you can
handle someone your own size.  About time your sorry ass learned what a
real fuck is."

Mark quickly unbuttoned his shirt, ripped it off, then pulled his T-shirt
off over his head.  Stripped to the waist he stared down at the man lying
in the dirt.  Their eyes bored into each other's and there was a heavy,
angry silence as they sized each other up ... the cop and the fireman, both
shirtless in uniform pants and heavy boots.

It was not lost on either of them how similar they were ... two blond
muscle-gods with their finely etched, square-cut features, phenomenal
bodies, muscles honed to perfection.  They both knew how spectacularly
beautiful they were and were used to being universally admired, so the
rivalry they both felt was not just from the situation of the moment.  They
were vain, proud of their strength and looks, both dominant alpha males.
And they were both angry.

Jason resented being floored by this arrogant cop.  He had regained his
senses now and he suddenly tensed and threw his leg up in a high karate
kick, hitting Mark in the stomach, dropping him to his knees, stunned.
Jason was on him in an instant and they began trading blows.  Dazed and
scared as they were, the twins stared in disbelief at the incredible scene
...  two magnificent, shirtless bodybuilders, a cop and a fireman,
grappling with each other, rolling over the grass, their muscular bodies
grinding into each other straining for supremacy.

Jason was strong and slammed the back of his hand against Mark's face again
and again, but as he raised his arm for a final blow Mark grabbed his wrist
and twisted his arm behind his back in a classic cop move to subdue an
assailant.  He dragged the trapped fireman through the dirt over to a tree,
pulled both arms up behind it and cuffed his wrists.  Lying on his back,
arms stretched above his head, Jason pulled at his wrists but realized that
he was helpless. "Fuck you, man," he yelled to the cop looming over him.

"I don't think so, stud.  Not this time ... other way round."  His chest
still heaving Mark dropped to his knees and yanked at the firefighter's
pants, pulling them down to his ankles.  He looked down at the near naked
bodybuilder and two pairs of blue eyes bore into each other.  With an
arrogant, triumphant smile Mark said, "OK, pal, I believe in the punishment
fitting the crime ... an eye for an eye, a fuck for a fuck."

"No, man," Jason said desperately.  "I don't do that.  No one ever gets
inside my ass."

"They do now, big guy ... like this."

Mark held Jason's legs in the air with one hand, and with the other he
unzipped his pants, pulled out his stiff cock and slammed it brutally and
deeply into the fireman's virgin ass.  Jason's body spasmed, his face flew
back and his mouth opened in a scream that echoed round the hills.

Mark was triumphant.  "How's that feel, asshole?  Wish the guys in your
firehouse could see their tough bodybuilder buddy getting his ass reamed by
a cop."  His cock became a ruthless piston, hammering the hot ass with
brutal intensity.  "Now you know, you don't mess with me, asshole.  Sure
you're beautiful, a man's man, a muscle-god just like me, but you've met
your match this time, buddy.  How d'you like that, man? ... the big cop
fucking the fireman's ass?"

But as the ferocious fuck continued Mark fell silent and the mood gradually
changed.  So did the attack on the fireman's ass, slowing down, losing its
savagery.  As they gazed into each other's eyes their matching beauty and
strength that had been the root of their rivalry slowly faded into
something else.  Against all logic it became an object of grudging respect,
admiration ... even lust.  For a few moments they were not enemies ... they
were simply two beautiful men, a cop and a firefighter, sharing their
rugged masculinity and sexual desire.

Mark was now driven not by what Jason had done but by what he was ... and
there was no doubt that he was a spectacular looking man.  And as Jason
gazed up at this blond cop, beautiful as a Greek God, he felt no more pain
in his ass and it relaxed round the rod moving inside him.  He had never
seen a man as impressive as this, never felt a sensation so erotic.

They continued to stare at each other hypnotically, drowning in each
other's eyes.  Seeing desire and willing submission in Jason's gaze Mark
said softly.  "I'm gonna cum inside your ass, man."  "OK," Jason said
simply as he felt the cop's semen flowing inside him and his own cock
spurting jets of cum over his naked chest.  His heart was pounding, his
breath heaving.  His ass had been fucked for the first time in his life
... and by this magnificent cop.

****************

They gazed at each other for long seconds until Jason said softly, "I
didn't know, man.  I had no idea they belonged to someone else.  I swear I
didn't know."  Mark blinked and shook his head, confused by his conflicting
emotions, ashamed of them even.  He pulled out of the fireman's ass and
sprang to his feet.  He scooped up water from the pool and washed his cock
thoroughly, furiously, as if washing away the forbidden lust he had felt
for this man.

But Jason's words still resonated and Mark realized that the man might not
really be so guilty after all.  If it was true what the twins had said,
that they willingly offered their asses to him, he wasn't to know that they
were betraying a man who loved them.  Impulsive, vain he may have been, but
not malicious.

Suddenly Mark snapped back to the scene that had so shocked him and he
thought of Bob and how devastated he would be.  As his anger at the fireman
lessened it focused now on the twins and grew stronger.  What were they
thinking to have behaved so outrageously, to have ignored and betrayed the
beautiful man who had offered them his love and protection?  By the time
Mark went back to face them his emotions were running high again and he
glared at them with contempt.  On their knees, their wrists handcuffed
behind the tree, they looked up in fear.

The cop's voice was ice cold.  "You say you wanted this guy?  Did you suck
his dick?  Did you drink his cum?"

"Yes, sir," they both replied nervously.

"Did he put his dick in your asses?  Is that what made you shoot a load
over yourselves?"

"Yes, sir."

"Jesus Christ!"  Mark clenched his fists and his fury returned.  All he
could see kneeling before him were two stupid, stupid boys who had betrayed
the man Mark loved ... and they had to be punished.  Once again his anger
made him irrational and he yelled at them.

"You fucking little shits, I should whip your sorry asses for this?  Did
either one of you think for one second about Bob while this man was fucking
your face, pumping his dick in your ass?  Shit, I knew when I first saw you
that you were bad news, two street kids stealing Bob's car.  But he forgave
you, took you in, made you his boys ... and this is how you repay him!  Do
you have any idea how crushed he's gonna be when he learns what you've
done?"

The furious tongue lashing hit home and the twins were sobbing, shattered
by Mark's words, realizing how badly they had betrayed their master, the
man they idolized.  Mark was losing control.  "Look at me!  I said I should
whip your ass, but maybe you need more of what your stud fireman gave you.
Maybe you need to get those mouths really fucked like you deserve."

He pulled Kyle's head back by the hair and plunged his cock into his mouth,
slamming it against the back of his throat, making him choke and scream
into the gag of the huge rod.  After a few brutal thrusts he pulled out,
grabbed Kevin and, blinded by his anger, subjected him to the same
merciless punishment, pounding his terrified face.  Kyle was still
coughing, but he managed to plead, "You're hurting him, sir.  You're
hurting my brother.  Please stop, sir ... please..."

In his frenzy Mark didn't hear the boy ... but he did feel the grip on his
shoulder spinning him round, and the hand that smashed across his face.  He
found himself on the ground looking up at ... Bob!  And he heard his voice.
"What the fuck are you doing, man?  Have you gone completely insane,
torturing my boys?  Look at them ... they're terrified."

Mark staggered to his feet and stammered, "They needed it, man.  The little
fuckers betrayed you ... they gave their asses to the guy over there.
They're nothing better than cheap ..."

"Enough!  All I know is you were torturing my boys.  I don't give a shit
what they've done.  If they've done wrong I'll handle it, not you.  I'll
punish them in my own way without your help, you maniac.  Give me the key
so I can release them."

Meekly Mark handed over the key to the handcuffs, and then remembered the
other guy still in handcuffs.  Quickly he freed Jason, pulled him to his
feet and helped him pick up his clothes.  "This is no place for you, man,"
Mark said.  "Go outside and call your buddies for a pick-up."  He looked at
the badge on his coat.  "I'm familiar with your firehouse.  I'll be in
touch."  They gave each other one last penetrating gaze ... and Jason
turned to leave.

As he walked to the gate he glanced over at Bob, tending to the boys, and
his own words came back to him.  `Shit, it would take a real special man to
have you as his boys.  He'd have to be fucking gorgeous.'  He smiled to
himself.  Well, at least he got that part right.

Bob had freed the twins and helped them to their feet.  They stood with
heads downcast, still in a state of shock, but they looked up again
fearfully as they heard Mark approach.  Bob heard him too, whirled on him
and the battle of words escalated.  Fueled by unthinking anger they traded
accusations and insults and said things they didn't mean.  Mark was jabbing
Bob in the chest.  "Maybe if you had given them what they really needed,
some good raw sex, got into their fantasies, they wouldn't have offered
their asses to the first firefighter to come along."

"You're full of shit, man.  You arrogant prick ... once a cop always a cop.
You guys are all the same, swaggering around thinking you can rough up
anyone you want, especially kids like this.  You know what? ... you're
jealous of them ... jealous because they've got me and you don't.  Well you
sure won't have me now, pal.  I don't recognize the guy I used to love.
We're finished, buddy.  Don't come near me or my boys anymore, is that
clear?"

He turned back to the twins ... but they were gone.  Unable to bear the
guilt of what they had done, and watching this fight they had caused
between two men who had loved each other so much, they couldn't face any
more.  Their days in the house were finished, they thought.  They had to
get away.  And so they did.

*****************

The search was frantic and fruitless.  The other boys all came home shortly
after and Mark explained to them briefly what had happened so they would
know the seriousness of the situation.  The boys helped search the house
but the twins were gone.  Without a word or a glance at Bob Mark leapt into
his truck and drove off to search the streets.  Bob left too and the boys
looked at each other in shock as they heard the squeal of his car tires
speeding away.

There was always an instinct in the boys to circle the wagons in a time of
crisis ... and they knew this was a crisis.  They had sensed the angry
vibes that still hung in the air and they couldn't miss the bitterness that
obviously existed between Mark and Bob as they searched the house.  So
Jamie, Pablo, Darius and Nate sat at the table by the pool and between
them, after Mark's brief explanation, they were able to piece together most
of what had gone down here.

Judging from the burnt-out tree and all the charred debris there had
obviously been a fire.  That prompted Nate to divulge one of the many
secrets he knew, being the houseboy and cleaning everyone's rooms.  One day
as he had been vacuuming under the twins' bed he had come across their
Firemen's Calendar opened at the August page.  "The man was totally
awesome, dudes, so I guess that was kind of their fantasy."  He couldn't
know, of course, that it was the very same firefighter who had actually
been at the house.

Worst of all was the rupture between Bob and Mark.  Everyone knew they were
in love with each other, so the idea of them being enemies was unthinkable.
"And god knows what'll happen when Randy finds out," Pablo said.  "You know
what he does to anyone who hurts Bob or makes him unhappy ... beats them to
a pulp.  Hell, I wouldn't wanna be in Mark's place right now, or the
fireman's for that matter.  If Randy ever locates that guy, he's toast."

There was silence as the true dimensions of the crisis hit home.  Jamie was
especially alarmed at the trouble his master Mark was in, and suddenly he
took a deep breath.  "Guys, it's up to us!  Seems like everyone's made a
royal fuck-up of this whole mess, and it's up to the boys to put things
right.  I think we can, guys."

"What do you suggest?" asked Darius, impressed.

"Well for starters I have a pretty good idea where the twins have gone."
Jamie grinned.  "I have been known to fuck up myself if you recall ... yeah
even me, Nate, though that was before your time.  I once told the twins
about it and we talked about the place I ran way to.  Remember, Pablo,
where you and Billy found me?  So I'm pretty sure where they've gone.  But
we don't wanna scare them off, so I think I should go find them myself,
then you guys come after me as back-up."

"Back-up," Darius grinned.  "You're starting to sound like a cop, dude,
just like your old man."  Then another thought hit him "You know, guys, the
worst part of all this is that if we don't find the twins ... we'll have to
cook dinner."

"Darius!!"

"OK, OK, bad choice of words.  Anyway, what Jamie says sure sounds like a
plan to me.  And then after that we'll kind of make things up as we go
along.  Everyone agreed?"

"Agreed," they said in unison, sealing the deal by slapping their right
hands on top of each other on the table.

"Shit," Darius grinned again.  "Just like a band of brothers.  Then again,
I guess that's kinda what we are."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" ... Chapter 149

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